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Friday, March 30, 2012

Island Of The Gawker Part Six. Time To Fix These Cult Hicks!

Did they actually think a jail with a dirt floor could hold a cat at their shore? Miss Priss and I simply dug beneath the bars and of course instead of freeing ourselves, we got blasted off to Mars. That is to say thanks to two cats digging their way out, Drazin and Pat began to shout, as the floor caved in and we fell into some lit up bin. There were torches all around and thankfully our fall was cushioned by the falling ground. But still that stone floor hurt. I would like to smack whoever said it is safe to dig in the dirt.

"Now look what you fleabags did. You've trapped Drazin in some pit. If there is no way out Drazin will eat you first."

"Quiet demon, though shall not succumb to such acts."

Drazin was threatening to have us for brunch and Pat was once again out to lunch. Then out came three mutts smaller than me followed my some smug lady. She looked like a Mary but I guess she went by Contrary. Her mutts yapped thinking they were scary and brave but scattered when Drazin grunted and stomped his foot beginning to rant and rave.

"First fleabags and now little hairless mutts. Drazin has to get out of here. Drazin is going to..."

"Would you shut up already. Maybe she knows a way off this island."

"Keep thy guard up. She could be a demon."

Contrary smiled at the comment of Miss Priss and I could not help but figure she new something we did not about all of this. She stated we may find the answers we seek or end up a glowy eyed freak. But we certainly were on no three hour tour that was for sure.

"That was helpful. Is it just Drazin or do people seem to be getting crazier by the second?"

"He has a point."

"A TV reference. Well at least we know how to turn Pat back."

Contrary was not very helpful at all, as she and her dogs turned into a fiery ball. They zoomed down a path lighting it up for us and we figured what's one more for the short bus. So we followed Contrary's trail and came to a room producing underground hail. It stopped as we entered and formed into the shape of an L. Really? What the hell?

The L shaped hail also started to speak and began yapping about Gawker peak. It seems L was almost gawked by The Gawker's stare but barely escaped his glare. Now she is stuck in limbo of some sort unable to stray from this underground court.

"L? What kind of name is that? Let's all do it. Drazin is now D. D finds it fun to do. D thinks it's crap though, so D is going back to Drazin."

Drazin fell on his behind as L's hail whatever it was thought he was unkind and rammed into the godly one. Who no longer made fun. Thankfully he saved Pat and Miss Priss from saying something like that and I suppose even the cat. Once more he came through. His godly powers must be true. Drazin grunted as he got to his feet and L sounded like she was like Blabber's communication and began to repeat.

"No earth is an island. The magic you seek is there, believe and the island can be earth."

"Does that make sense to anyone?"

"Nothing makes sense to Drazin in this damn place. Drazin is going to ring Merlin's neck."

"Great! Look what your loud mouth did now. As if bald McClane in Die Hard 4 wasn't bad enough. Now we have to listen to you and her with no mute button."

The hail disappeared from sight with her voice still repeating the same old sound bite. But it was overwhelmed by the cries of some glowy eyed freaks coming our way ready to cause us dismay. I guess they honed in on us from L's warning or whatever, thinking they were oh so clever.

"You've come up against D to the 4 and I'll leave you a smudge on the floor."
"Surrender to my power, as I leave you in a Beer Shower."
"Jaywalk Moon will pick your eyes out with a spoon."

"One wants to get us drunk, another wants to use cutlery on us and another wants us to go on the floor? I guess Die Hard 4 is sounding better by the second."

"Drazin has had enough of these clowns."

Drazin marched right up to one and grabbed them by their shroud. It then poofed away into a black cloud. It appeared behind him and gave him a whack, shoving him once more waste deep into the stone floor preventing any attack.

"Same trick twice. Drazin you really need to wise up. But we can do the same."

Miss Priss yanked me toward her and latched onto my fur. I guess she was hoping to increase our spirit and hoped these guys would fear it. Pat tried throwing rocks at the shrouded flocks. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to know how that went, as he did not even make a dent. The glowy eyed freaks just laughed us off, as the two of us did not even make them scoff. But suddenly they were struck with fear and a rock Pat threw dinged one right in the ear.

Drazin dung himself out of the hole and accomplished his goal. He rang the neck of one and laughed a ton, slamming it to the ground and acting all profound.

"D to the 4 has to warn The Gawker that they found the cure."
"Don't leave Jaywalk Moon with this loon."
"At least give Beer Shower a beer before you cower."

The D to the 4 guy ran away but we sure made the other two pay. They stated how we would never win and how we were committing such a sin. The Gawker would know and he would have us all wrapped in a great big bow. Drazin scoffed and threw him in the hole they put him in. Pat grabbed the other and chucked him down with his freaky kin. Miss Priss and I kicked away and buried them right where they lay. Two more glowy eyed freaks were down only another thousand or so to go in crazy town.

We heard some chirp and turned to find that tarsier standing on a raccoon who gave a burp. Now we knew how we had the power to stop them all for their combined souls helped us as they waited in the hall. He made his head go indicating for us to follow and we did along with a whole group of animals including a swallow. We walked up a hill into the light and found ourselves just outside the cult's invisible wall thing's site.

The tarsier pointed and we saw the cavemen lackeys dragging Petsy and Blabber into their antique town. Just giving us another foe we had to take down. Even Drazin was game for a little bit of cult mame, after all they had saved us before so it was time we evened the score. Miss Priss signaled for tarsier and Petsy's animals to stay until they heard us call for a stampede to cause the cult dismay. Then we stepped through ready to give this cult what they had coming due.

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I guess we did not fix those cult hicks yet but next time I would say that is a pretty safe bet. For part seven I don't intend on rhyming them into heaven. But they will get a thrill and maybe need to pop a pill when I give them their rhyming fill. Damn, cavemen mass will suffer the wrath of my little rhyming ass.

Oh no! Not some cavemen lackies!That is just so tacky!Hurry and save us Catbefore they squash us flat!Meanwhile, Blabber and I will put our minds together and confuse them in their endeavorThey don't look like they have much between the eyesso we'll confuse them with some lies.

haha yeah I'm sure confusing them wouldn't take muchAs with reality they are slightly out of touchI'm sure the cat will save you thoughOr at least put on a pretty good showIf they try to eat the catYou may be doomed at my mat..haha

LOL the cult people need sacrifices and Petsy is one of the four humans not part of them or Gawked by The Gawker on the islandSo they snuck into your zoo and binded each handSneaking you out to be sacrificed to the moonSo they can be sent above thanks to this rhyming loon..haha

Looks like I'm back in the blogger world after they tried to kick me out. Sigh...

What's a shroud??? Isn't that the protective lining under your car?!

and I knew a stampede would come. I just knew it!! Can I just say that I love having a tarsier in this story?? It's the second best thing to actually having one!!! This keeps getting better and better! I'm going to be sad to this this series end! hahaha

P.S. B/w Petsy, IrishAir, and Blabber those cult people have zero chance!

Blogger could never keep you awayYou'd blabber their ear off it thye tried such a display..haha

A shroud is a cloth of some sort that one wears around them to protect their identity or something like thatThink of some cartoon grim reaper with that black thing over him and that is what those glowy eyed freaks are wearing at my mat

LOL he just popped in when I went to add you.I too like having him there to use and viewhahaha it still has prob 4 more to goAs I am on number eight at my showPlus it may be a whileAs next month Pat goes the A to Z mileBut it will come dueAnd hopefully stay better and better until it is through

LOL yeah we'd don't even need to save youAs you three would knock them out before they had a clue

LOL well he just might hide behind you and your hairAs you pull a Squat the Robot and spin it around with such flair..hahahaNot sure on the under part of a carWith cars my knowledge doesn't go very far..hahaBlogger does deserve what it gets from youAfter such crap coming due

The A to Z challenge thing is for the month of AprilLike some 1200 bloggers or so signed up for the thrillAnd each day you post something that starts with A, B , CSo on and so forth at ones sea.The cat figured he'd give it a goAs he'll just rant as usual at his show..hahaStill can sign up tooIf you wish such a thing for you

Pffft no email for me came dueI figured I would just reply to all that came to viewAnd hop around to a few moreOh well just another day at my shoreAnd yours as wellAs we pretty much daily ring the post bell

Lost in lost. Reminds me of that film 'Changing channels' starring John Ritter where they get sucked in to a series of tv shows. Ritter became a quitter when his heart developed a titter. I recognised a John Donne refrence, which is ironic considering Lost offered a surface philosophy course in its characters names.I think Kate was the famous tree climbing philosopher history forgot.No man is an islan, this island earth giant lobster men and tefal men.Tefal is a popular cooking equipment company in England, the adverts had the engineers as giant forhead mutants.

Wow you took a ton away from this partOf the Gawker story cartI remember that John Ritter movie tooMaybe that plays a bit in my mind as things come dueLost had tons of references and philosphy as wellEven if the ending was pathetic as hell

Wow, all those animals stampeding a plenty, I actually lost count of all those paws, was it eight or was it twenty. The pit fix was cool, reminded me of old video games where you had to beat one level before moving to the next, yet each turn another adventure spouts and off you go, fighting until you reach the final foe. Although video games don't tend to have so many cool rhyming flow, they may have some soundtrack or radio stations you can change in car, right before you beat the….anyhow, the tale is progressing fine, moving along the gawker line, whether on a mountain or up in space, it seems like the enemies got the upper hand but one that will surely eventually fall to sand. and oh, btw I just read another Die Hard is on the way, coming later this year or so they say, I think it's john mclane and his kid….I'll probably be a sap and go see it but really did they have to extend that fight.

haha wait until they all come inThen they will really confuse at my binYeah that does kind of seem like what it tends to beJust when we think we are freePoof back we goTo fight some other foehahaha yeah it is probably going to be crapBut I too will watch it like a sapSadly it can't get much worse than fourSo I will take the fifth tour

oh, sorry, for a second, I thought I was "R" - we share that common bond of one letter names and all....

**applause**, **applause**

everyone, everyone, please, take your seats! Oh, I see, you're all sitting already *ahem* I'd like to thank the academy, my moms, umm, Steve Jobs for allowing me to spend a ton of money on this MacBook Pro I'm typing on...what? I'm not famous???? I'm mentioned in a story...but, Pat made me feel really, really famous. Not to mention oober cool. Plus he said All Hail L - oh, he didn't?? I couldn't have sworn I read that...damn...

LMAO glad you liked itAs we fell into the pitAnd you gave use a clueAs to where we were as the tale grewI hope you enjoy your great awardYou can whack people with it when you are boredLOL all hail the LDrazin might not like seeing that at my cell..hahahaha

bald maclane in die hard was good and badcontrary's fireball would have hurt a taddrazin should never be questionedthe tarsier i will not mentiond to the 4 can eat a smorethis episode goes down in rhyme time lore

it's been a bit crazy with comments around the Blogosphere today ;( Some blogs didn't even have comments possible today. Maybe Pats is diverting our attention while he tries to break into our Irish/Serbian Gossiping Alliance headquarters? I've left him a poo there for his Pringles collection :)

Oh we would know, we would just let you think we didn't know until we decided we wanted you to know that we know. It all starts out as a little mindgame and before you know it BAM you're locked up in the looney bin and we're holding the keys.

Oh but you won't know that I know that you know about me knowing that you knowThen my deceit will growAnd no rubber room or straight jacket can hold meAnd I will be right where I want to beGoing through all the records of your little groupAnd leaving nothing but a pringle can full of Dez's favorite, poop..haha

see, Anne, how he thinks that he knows that he knows that we know that he knows that we know... ah, poor little naive feline pooper... he'll become our super trooper in no time after we've done with our little mindgames.

Yeah new book coming once more at my nookAs well as a few other surprise I cookBut they come along rather slowAnd many followers do like my showAlthough maybe 200 come and goFaithfully just so you know

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Orlin the cat is the rhyming king, all kinds of entertainment and fun I bring. Pat sometimes gets a vote when he has something to say of note. But it is mostly the cat here at our mat. Pat is owned by my myself and Cassie, who is rather sassie. The two cats and Pat reside somewhere in Nova Scotia and "eh" isn't part of our chat. So here at Bush #5, you can balk, poke fun and just enjoy my hive. If you can't then find some sand from any land, pick it up off the ground and proceed to pound. See what fun I can be? So enjoy my sea where the absence of a plot is a plot and now that is all out of me.